Challenge
Things that go bump in the night
Poetry or prose
Monsters
I see shadows on the walls
I hear voices down the halls
I hear everything And then-
Am I the monster to my friends?
I scream and yell and I throw things
I want to change my very being-
who is this monster that I use to know?
Not something else I want to show-
I Don’t try or mean to be
something scary, that all can see
I try my best, now every day
To push the voices, and monster away
For Now I pray that all goes away
The monster and all of my shame-
I want to be a better beast-
Better then the monster I was at hand
so maybe one day I’ll roam free
not scaring the friends I want to see
now this is all a prayer I pray-
to release the monster every day
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